I kiss his temple, his cheek and jaw.
My head is spinning.
I want to keep kissing him because I missed him.
I miss him all the damn time nowadays.
- Part 2 of Life of Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy left England several years ago.
Harry didn't think about him or that last night for years, either.
Until he sees him in London. And then again and again.
He swears he isn't going to fall into their old routine. No matter how much he wants to.
- Part 1 of Life of Harry Potter
Harry and Ron are aurors assinged to handle a murder investigation of a famous quidditch player found in the Knockturn Alley. The evidence is lacking and the only suspect is Draco Malfoy, who seems to be as big of a prat as ever.
Something sinister is happening. Or maybe just an illicit love affair.
‘So you’re running?’ he asked with scorn.
I didn’t care, because he was right.
I was running, as far as I could.
I wished he would run away with me.
But I would never ask.
And he would never flee.
‘Yes,’ I agreed.
‘Where are you going?’ He gripped my shoulders.
‘I don’t know yet.’ Somewhere far from here where no one knows me.
There was only silence and a sound of our breathing.
‘Draco, I…’ I kissed him and then I was pulling him after me.
- Part 22 of Memories of Draco Malfoy
I grappled with his clothes, wanting to get it off.
He pulled harder.
His thigh was between my legs. I moved, desperate.
He pushed down my trousers, turned us around, put his hand between my shoulder blades and pressed there.
My face felt hot against the desk and my back cold as my shirt was rucked up under my arms.
His fingers stroked down.
‘No,’ I caught his wrist. I didn't want gentle.
- Part 21 of Memories of Draco Malfoy